Analysis of O Nightingale My Heart
O Nightingale my heart
How sad thou art!
How heavy is thy wing,
Desperately whirrëd that thy throat may fling
Song to the tingling silences remote!
Thine eye whose ruddy spark
Burned fiery of late,
How dead and dark!
Why so soon didst thou sing,
And with such turbulence of love and hate?
Learn that there is no singing yet can bring
The expected dawn more near;
And thou art spent already, though the night
Scarce has begun;
What voice, what eyes wilt thou have for the light
When the light shall appear,
And O what wings to bear thee t'ward the Sun?
Scheme | AABBXCDCBD BEFGFEG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110011 1111 110111 10001111111 11010010001 111101 110011 1101 111111 0111001101 1111110111 0010111 0111010101 1101 1111111101 101101 01111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 544 |
Words | 105 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 7 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 217 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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